A few days ago, Kevin’s girlfriend Anna and our other flatmate Sophie returned to our two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, New York. The apartment is cramped, and I sleep on a fold-out sofa in the living room, while Kevin and Anna share one bedroom, and Sophie has the other. I had safely returned the borrowed clothes—Anna’s black lace bra and a bright pink satin thong—that I had secretly worn to be fucked by Kevin without being noticed. Since then, Kevin treated me differently. His gazes were more intense, his words sharper. Instead of Anna, he now sent me to fetch his beer bottles from the kitchen, mockingly calling me “Sissy-Slut.” Anna started using the name too, giggling every time she said it. It was humiliating, but my body betrayed me: every time they called me that, I felt a pull in my groin, and my cock got hard. Kevin also made lewd comments about my underwear, claiming my panties were “too tight” or that I had “pissed them full,” which only deepened my humiliation.
Movie Night with Degrading Tasks
One evening, Kevin, Anna, and I were sitting on my fold-out sofa in the living room, watching a movie. Anna wore a short, frayed denim skirt that highlighted her slender legs and a bright pink crop top with a deep V-neck that accentuated her curves. Kevin, in a tight white muscle shirt that showcased his skinhead tattoos and toned arms, leaned back casually, a beer bottle in hand. When his beer was empty, and Anna moved to get another, he grabbed her arm and held her back. “Stay put, that’s Sissy-Slut’s job now, right, Sissy-Slut?” he said with a mocking grin. My face burned, but I stood obediently and went to the kitchen. There, I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, wiped the condensation off the bottle, and returned to the living room. As I handed Kevin the bottle, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Don’t you think you should’ve asked Anna if she needed anything, Sissy-Slut?”
His words hit me like a punch. Quietly, almost whispering, I said, “Yeah, sorry, that was rude of me. Anna, can I get you anything?”
Anna giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’d like some popcorn—microwave, with butter and salt—and another glass of white wine, the dry Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge.”
I nodded and headed back to the kitchen. The movie continued, its dialogue and music blaring through the room. In the kitchen, I found a pack of microwave popcorn, prepared it, and poured the wine into a stemmed glass. When I returned to the living room, I froze. Kevin and Anna were making out on my sofa, their bodies pressed tightly together. Kevin’s hand had slipped under Anna’s top, his fingers playing with the black lace bra I had worn just days ago when Kevin used me like his toy. Through her hiked-up denim skirt, I saw the wet spot on her bright pink satin thong as Kevin’s other hand caressed her thigh, his fingers dangerously close to her center.
I cleared my throat loudly to signal my presence and carefully placed the popcorn and wine on the side table next to their heads. Anna pulled away from Kevin briefly, throwing me an amused glance, while Kevin sat up and said, “Why don’t you go wash the dishes, Sissy-Slut? There’s obviously no room for you on your own sofa anymore.”
Anna laughed, her voice sharp and mocking. I didn’t catch everything she said, but the words “little slut” cut through clearly. Kevin grinned almost sadistically and called after me as I headed to the kitchen: “While you were gone, Sissy-Slut made it very clear how she wants to be treated. She wants to start earning her keep, right, Sissy-Slut?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Yeah, Kevin made it clear who’s in charge here. I need to learn my place and earn my keep better,” I mumbled, barely audible. In the kitchen, I started washing the piled-up dishes—plates, glasses, pots, and pans from lunch and dinner. The warm water and suds couldn’t calm my thoughts. Images kept flashing in my mind: Kevin’s muscular body over me, his hard cock penetrating my ass, his hands gripping me tightly. As I dried the last pot, I thought I heard Anna moaning in the living room, a soft, lustful gasp that made my cock twitch.
A Humiliating Display
When I returned to the living room, the scene hit me like a fist. Kevin was fucking Anna on my sofa, his naked, tattooed back glistening with sweat. Anna, now only in the black lace bra I knew so well, was on all fours, her pink-and-black striped thong dangling from her right ankle. Kevin took her hard from behind, his thrusts rhythmic and forceful. Anna glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. “Stop staring at me, you pervert, and get back to the kitchen!” she snapped.
Kevin laughed loudly and said, “Nah, come here and stand in the corner, Sissy-Slut. It’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend. This way, you’ll at least learn how to treat a woman.” He winked at Anna and added, “You told me you know she listens at the door, and you kinda like it. This way, Sissy-Slut can hear everything.”
Obediently, I stood with my nose to the corner, facing away from them, my heart pounding in my chest. Anna laughed, her voice a mix of mockery and arousal. “This is kinda funny. Knowing she’s listening at the door is one thing. Can you hurry up and fuck me?”
The next fifteen minutes were torture. I heard Anna’s moans, Kevin’s deep grunts, the slap of skin on skin. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against my jeans, and I fought the urge to touch myself. Finally, Anna cried out, “Like that, baby, just like that! Oh shit, you like that, Sissy-Slut?” Soon after, I heard her get up and head to the bathroom, the shower running.
Suddenly, I felt something land on my head. I grabbed it and realized it was Anna’s thong, her top, and her denim skirt, still warm from her body. Kevin’s voice was rough and commanding: “Put that on, get on your damn knees, and lick my cock clean, get the rest of the cum out, Sissy-Slut.”
“But Anna’s home. What if she catches us?” I whispered, panicked.
“Then you better hurry the fuck up.”
With trembling hands, I stripped and slipped into Anna’s clothes. The pink-and-black lace thong was wet with her pussy juice, the fabric clinging tightly to my 5-inch hard cock, barely covering it. With my slim, 5’7”, 125-pound frame, I easily fit into her size 4 top and denim skirt—I had secretly worn her clothes many times before. The thong’s crotch rubbed against my balls, her scent making me dizzy. I turned, dropped to my knees, and crawled to Kevin, who sat spread-legged on the sofa, his cock still half-hard and glistening from Anna. The taste of her pussy, mixed with his salty-sweet cum, was intoxicating. I licked his shaft like a lollipop, sucking the last drops of his cum into my hungry mouth. My tongue moved to his musky balls, which I took into my mouth and worshipped while stroking his cock back to a full 7-inch erection. Kevin grabbed my ears, started fucking my mouth, and whispered, “Good girl, I wanted you to catch Anna sucking my cock, but she says she’s not a slut. I’m glad you are, Sissy-Slut.”
When the shower stopped, he pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva. “You’re such a little cockslut. Smile, slut.” He shot his hot, sticky load across my face and hair. “Don’t you dare get Anna’s top dirty. You better change quick—she won’t be happy seeing you in her clothes.”
Panicked, I pulled off the skirt and started to remove the thong when I saw Kevin’s sadistic grin. I remembered the slap he’d given me, warning me he didn’t want to see my hard cock, or I’d be punished. Carefully, I took off the top just as I heard the hairdryer and sighed in relief—I had time. I grabbed my clothes, ran to the kitchen to change, and placed Anna’s thong on the living room floor just as she came out of the bathroom.
A Humiliating Errand
The next day, Anna was out all day cleaning her mom’s house in Queens, and Sophie was at her boyfriend Paul’s place in Bushwick. Kevin seized the opportunity and sent me to the local supermarket with a sealed envelope. “Open it only at the store,” he said, reminding me of the videos he had of me, threatening to send stills to everyone. Inside the envelope, I found cash and a detailed shopping list: Nair hair removal cream, lavender-scented body lotion, black thigh-high stockings, red nail polish, and red lipstick. The note instructed me to pay at Lisa’s checkout, a girl I’d gone out with a few times, and to say, “I’m just exploring my feminine side.”
At the checkout, Lisa scanned my items, her eyes flicking from the products to my face. She recognized me instantly, and my cheeks burned with shame. I was sweating, my hands trembling slightly. Lisa smiled at first, then looked confused. “One of your roommates got a big date tonight?” she asked with an awkward laugh.
I forced a laugh and mumbled, as instructed, “I’m just exploring my feminine side.” My cheeks burned hotter, and I improvised, “Actually, I’m getting ready early for Halloween.”
Lisa pointed at the Easter decorations at her register, raised an eyebrow skeptically, and said, “Super early! I’m curious to see you all dolled up.”
Preparing for Kevin
Back at the apartment, I found Kevin had dumped my secret lingerie collection onto my sofa. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the slips, bras, garter belt, and nightgowns I’d collected over the years. Thankfully, Anna and Sophie weren’t there. Kevin had sorted everything: nine pairs of panties in various colors and materials, six bras, mostly 32A and 32B, two camisoles, and a black lace-trimmed nightgown. He held my black garter belt with a wide grin. “Quite a collection, Sissy-Slut. How long you been stealing these?”
I looked down and muttered, “A few years.”
“So not just from our place? What, you get high and sneak into girls’ rooms to swipe stuff?”
I nodded hesitantly. “It started with trying them on from the laundry baskets in the bathroom. Then I got really high once and decided to keep some. I had to know how a bra felt, so that came next.”
Kevin pointed at the shopping bag. “I hope you had Lisa ring you up. Did you tell her you’re buying this for yourself?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly, “it was humiliating. Please, I don’t want to do that again.”
Kevin handed me the garter belt and a sheer black Guess bra with a matching bikini panty. “I’m glad it was humiliating. I want Lisa to hear straight from you what a little Sissy-Slut you are. Go shower and remove all hair from your neck down. I want you smooth for your next adventure.”
In the bathroom, I unpacked the shopping bag and applied Nair to the sparse hair around my nipples, slight belly, pubic area, balls, legs, armpits, and carefully around my ass. My arms, back, and face were thankfully almost hairless. When Kevin pounded on the door and shouted, “Paint your nails like a good girl, and I want those cock-sucking lips red when you come out, Sissy-Slut! You’ve got about three hours till Anna’s back. I plan to come in both your slutty holes!” I flinched, but my 5-inch cock was instantly hard.
I showered, rinsed off the Nair, and applied the lavender-scented lotion to my smooth, slim body. Sitting on the toilet, I painted my fingernails and toenails with the bright red polish, ensuring each coat was even. When Kevin yelled, “Hurry the fuck up, I’m high and horny!” I quickly put on the 32A triangle bra. My bare nipples shimmered through the sheer fabric, and I loved the look. I rolled up the thigh-high stockings, adjusted the elastics so they sat evenly, and slipped on the matching satin panty with lace trim, which barely contained my hard cock. I fastened the garter belt to the stockings, the clips snapping satisfyingly. Looking in the mirror at my hairless, slim body, I finally liked what I saw. I applied the red lipstick, found a darker lip liner, gray eyeshadow, and blush in Anna’s makeup bag, and made myself as pretty as possible for Kevin. I pinned back my shoulder-length hair with two pink hair clips.
Kevin’s Reward
When I walked into the living room, Kevin burst out laughing. “Look at you, trying to be prettier than I told you to!” He pointed to a large line of speed on the table and continued, “I can’t wait to see my cock in your mouth, Sissy-Slut.”
I snorted the line, my heart racing, and went to Kevin. I slipped one hand into the waistband of his tight jeans, put my mouth on his defined pec, and sucked his nipple. Kevin grabbed my ass with both hands and said, “This tight ass is why I call you Sissy-Slut. It’s way nicer than Anna’s, especially since you let me fuck it like a good damn whore. Think you deserve my cock?”
I unbuttoned his jeans and said, “I think I deserve it! It’s all I think about every moment. Hearing you fuck Anna makes me wish it was me! I heard you ask her to suck your cock, and she said she’s not that kind of girl. I am.”
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